Poem: Time Marches On

taken back so many years, so long ago

memory fails us as humans

how must I remember?

how must I still feel that?

confusion rages my heart, mind, and soul

as it all turns to words on a page

pen to paper

mind to matter

and memory fades

as the clock ticks on to the future

time marches on

time marches on

and we see how life changes overall

and people continue to wait for it

                for the second coming

some say that some revelation is at hand

but as we wait, the winds blow on

the river still runs and the rain still falls

sunshine will return again tomorrow

as the moon holds her own tonight

                amongst the bright sparkling stars

shining through the everlasting clouds

time marches on

time marches on

and things seem to fall apart

shall things further fall

or shall a second coming satisfy those who’ve long awaited?

must humanity suffer for many more millennia

must we fight and kill

over who is right and who is wrong?

we all get judged in the end

so what does it matter who judges now?

why are we so different?

you’re right, I’m right

just different, not wrong

or maybe we are more similar than we realize?

some understand

                some accept

                                some overcome

yet some will fight and kill

time marches on

time marches on

some force beliefs on others

some turn the other cheek

so different, yet so similar that we conflict over those minute differences

                big deal? Yes.

illusions are apparent; arise again and again

experiences define who we are

we interpret it all so differently

sometimes pain. always hurt..

the memory still exists of all who’re lost

                can the heartache ever be eased?

in time it will be forgotten

and only then will the sun and moon remain

Time marches on

Time marches on